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A little comic I based off this scene from She’s The Man

The Phantom Thieves of Legend - Intros

This is just a short little story that I couldn’t resist writing it’s mostly dialogue tho. It’s basically an AU where the Personas are human, and they’re alive during the same time period (around the 18th or 19th century). They’re basically like the Phantom Thieves we all know and love, and they get into all sorts of shenanigans. *A* I hope you like it!

Note: Part 2 is here!


“How long must we continue waiting, Lupin? You did give them the correct address, yes?” Captain Kidd huffed, impatiently tapping his foot as he gulped down a portion of coffee, the sour taste eliciting a disapproving scowl. The hushed shuffling of newspaper pages followed as he restlessly skimmed through it, feebly attempting to divert his attention.

He had rendezvoused with Arsène in France regarding an unspecified, confidential matter, and loitering on land for more than a few hours caused him great distress due to his notorious reputation as a ‘pirate’. The petite cafe they currently lounged in failed to do much in stilling his nerves, although the familiar company of Arsène was exceptionally cathartic to him.

Arsène absentmindedly raked his fingers through his wispy, raven hair, which somehow always remained swept back from his face. “Hm, did I? I wonder…” 

Upon noticing Kidd’s disdainful glare, Arsène elevated a pair of snowy, gloved hands in surrender. “Patience, dear friend. I am certain they will arrive shortly. In the meantime, would you kindly make yourself more presentable? That stubble upon your face along with your mangy hair adds many unfortunate years to you, I’m afraid.”

Kidd displayed no expression as he scratched the back of his chocolaty head, his shoulder-length hair presently tied in a small, messy bun. “Aye, I’ll be sure to gussy up nice and proper for the guards when they ship me off to be hanged. Perhaps I’ll wear a nice shade of lip color to match their red coats.”

Arsène folded his hands on the table as he smiled cheerfully, his brow and cheek slightly squeezing the monocle that rested in front of his right eye. He simply adored banter, and he would never deign to reject an opportunity to pursue it, for if there was one thing Arsène greatly delighted in, it was the temptation of a challenge. “Might I suggest a charming rose instead? It would look lovely with your eyes.”

“And a bullet would look lovely between yours,” the former privateer threatened halfheartedly; he had grown accustomed to Arsène’s quirky and playful nature, and he even deemed him a younger brother; although oftentimes he desired nothing more than to consign any and all custody of said ‘brother’ directly to the authorities. 

“I’m flattered; however, although I do look dashing in most everything, a bullet is something I’d rather not try-”

“Arsène.”

“Right, my mistake… I look dashing in positively anything and every-”

A vitriolic sigh slipped past Kidd’s lips, in addition to a thick Scottish accent. “Quit flappin’ your lips and pay attention, lad. It seems we’ve got company.”

Kidd’s observation was correct; a striking woman of magnificent allure had plastered her cyan gaze on the two men, and her loose, curly hair curtained over her shoulders like an onyx waterfall. She sported a lavish off-the-shoulder crimson dress, adorned with copious frills and ruffles, and she approached their table with an enthusiastic grin.

“Bonjour! How are my two favorite gentleman doing?” the gypsy inquired, eagerly perching herself in the chair Arsène had pulled out for her.

The thief pressed a delicate kiss on the back of her hand prior to seating himself once more. “Absolutely divine now that you’re here, mademoiselle Carmen.”

“Watch yourself, Lupin. She wants something,” Kidd warned, taking another swig of his coffee and quelling a wince. Although coffee was much too bitter for his palate, he couldn’t deny the rush of energy it provided, and he was certainly going to need it.

Carmen furrowed her brows and fashioned her ruby lips into a pout. “William, don’t be rude. Can’t a lady pay compliments without having an ulterior motive?”

“Aye, but you’re not the average lady,” Kidd countered pointedly.

The gypsy clicked her tongue scornfully as she crossed her arms. “Men and their baseless accusations… how is a poor woman like me to survive?”

“You’ll manage,” the pirate claimed smugly before continuing. “And besides, the only thing that’s poor about you is your confounding obsession with sweets, yet even that costs a hefty sum. I’m surprised you’re not wearing that gaudy necklace of yours.”

Carmen appeared indignant for a moment until a questioning expression shadowed over her face. “Pardon? I could have sworn I walked out the door with it…”

“Are you perchance searching for this?” Arsène promptly chimed, dangling a lavish string of gems from his index finger. The other hand was cradling his chin, and a goading smile danced on his lips.

Carmen’s hand shot up to her collar bone with a sharp gasp, only to grip naught but air. “When did you…?”

Arsène uplifted himself from his seat and strolled behind her, securing the jewelry around her neck as he chided mockingly, “You really ought to keep a closer eye on your belongings, dear; you never know when some sneaky thief might try to snatch them away.”

As Arsène returned to his former position, a smile as sweet as honey manifested on Carmen’s face, and her shy blue eyes glinted with malice. “Then perhaps the thief should like to repay me with a necklace composed solely of their grubby, scavenging fingers.”

Arsène innocently twiddled his gloved thumbs, but a smirk remained on his lips. “Then the only culprit here would be our dear William, as I’m certain he’s failed to wash his hands, and himself, for days on end now.”

“The only washing water I require is that of the open sea,” Kidd responded wistfully, then he narrowed his eyes at Arsène while drumming his fingertips on the marble tabletop. “Speaking of which, I’m running short on time, Lupin. What is this business you mentioned?”

Carmen rested her elbows on the table and interlaced her fingers as she inquisitively glanced at the thief. “Yes, I was curious about that as well. Do explain yourself, Arsène.”

He emitted a disappointed sigh as his inky eyes flitted to the cafe’s entrance. “I suppose it can’t be helped; the others are bound to be late considering their distance.” 

Arsène slowly leaned back into his chair and placed his hands in his lap, ambition twinkling in his eyes like stars. “I assure you, I have not called either one of you here for casual conversation. You see, using the information accumulated from our resources, I have discovered what will inevitably prove to be our most extravagent heist yet…”